Thursday, November 4, 2010

~~~...The beautiful mess...~~~

A wasted life,
Trodden dreams,
A collapsing spirit


And


A ruined conscious
Are the few things
You leave in your


Aftermath.


I will let you go.
No energy, power,
Or stamina left to


Run.


To run after you
Will be akin to
Holding air...it


Dissolves.


Handful of thoughts,
Some memories of
A glorious past


Linger.


Been to the new
museum? Displays
us.  The beautiful


Mess.

8 comments:

  1. so touching ! almost in the mood of my last write .. i enjoy the aoin in your writes .. hope its not yours !

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  2. damn awesome...how come you know so many styles loved it >:D<

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  3. I like this one best so far of all your writing! It reminds me of another friend who used to write... don't you stop writing

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  4. I think its one of the best thought you ever fragmentised in your writings.

    A beautiful mess is a sign of happening. A broken mess makes you history already. Running without too much air, gasping to get even some tiny bit of it... thats what rock'n rolla is all about :)

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  5. dnt knw hw to xplain bt u jst said wht my heart was repeating whn i was sipping hot coffee whc hurt my lips nd i was out of dream whr i was writing untold story of my end. Dnt knw who u r bt for a moment i found myself in u..i was completly lost aftr she ditched bt smwhr m not the only one alone. Have a good night :)

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  6. so glad you all liked it!

    @nimue: the world is mine ;)

    @ani: too kind >:D<

    @adriana: i won't. thank you :)

    @apoyando: interesting take on this poem :D

    @anonymous: i am glad it could be of some use.

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